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The Calm That Never Came EP

We're Sorry

Bursting out from the depths of the stormy High Seas
Rose a Lyrical Pirate fond of sailing free
Many strange tales he has gathered ashore
Guitar clenched in one hand and his voice, bearing lore
The trade winds blew in some crooning shanties And this ere boy bottled those acoustic melodies Skin etched with pigment, clad in a noose of pure black
The fabled adventures of a one man wolf pack.